Kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray.

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.

Changing husbands is about as satisfactory as changing a bundle from one hand to the other; it gives you only temporary relief.

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.

Love is a matter of give and take -- marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.

Every man wants a woman to appeal to his better side, his nobler instincts, and his higher nature - and another woman to help him forget them.

It isn't tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying; it's separating himself from all the others.